Meeting In Starbucks. (Closed for PrincessLyn)

[coolpen]

Starbucks is great place and for me the day doesn’t start without a latte and a fresh muffin but it can be busy in there.
The big guy shouting “Coming through” and just bulldozing a path didn’t help either.
Neither did the knock I gave to the attractive woman standing next to me. She was neat – good looking, well turned out – chic.
I have to admit I’d been eyeing her up in the queue, admiring her curves when I cannoned into her off the big guy and sent her coffee flying.

“Ah shit! No, no I mean your coffee, not you. Did it go on your dress? I’m so sorry. Let me buy you another one.”

The words came tumbling out of me as I tried to retrieve the situation I had imagined developing between us: the closeness of the queue, the press of the people around us, a contrived opening line - “I’m sorry, did I step on your shoe?” – or something like that.
Still that chance was gone now and all I could do was apologise for her coffee and offer to buy her another.

“Look I’m really sorry, I’ll pay your cleaning bill…”

But she didn’t look angry. She was smiling at me, almost laughing.

 

[PrincessLyn]

I still have 45 minutes until the job interview. It's just on the other side of the street so relax. There is plenty of time for a coffee, what can possibly go wrong.

I look at myself in the window reflection and start thinking. 'Calm down Lyn, you look good … you look good. Dress is beautiful, just an inch over my knees, and the low cut cleavage looks sexy, but with the blouse underneath it is still sophisticated. Shows off my boobs in the right way. Embrace your curves, the woman in the lingerie shop said as I bought this ridiculously expensive push up bra. Glasses … check. Hair … check. Pumps are good, heels not too high but it gives my big calves a feminine curve. The skin coloured pantyhose looks classy, the finishing touch. Everything is OK, you deserve this job.'

I was just turning my head as this cute guy next to me gets a bump from an a$%&€£lo rushing along the queue. I get coffee all over my chest, my blouse. The stains outline my bra as it sucks in the liquid first. It is hot and I quickly grab a napkin so as this dude next to me. He stares at my boobs but is afraid to dry my dress there.

'No no no, this can't be true. Not today, not now'. The bully is gone quickly but the guy beside me is stammering apologies. This Murphy's law can not be a coincidence. All my tense nerves relax and I even laugh as I look up into the most beautiful blue eyes of the startled, handsome man holding his spilled coffee cup as a boy who just lost half his ice cream.

"Don't worry, I got a job interview at nine. I guess it's better to have coffee spilled all over me than just a hidden stain a trained eye sees anyway. I'll explain and hopefully it will break the ice."

Maybe this is just my chance to get to know this man I would consider totally out of my reach in other circumstances. Maybe today is the day I should take my chances.

I laugh as my heart is beating in my throat.

"You just could have said you liked me though … What about another coffee?"

 

[coolpen]

I have to tear my gaze away from her, conscious that I’m staring at the stain on her blouse but mostly at her cleavage. Coffee stains or not she is a very beautiful woman and amazingly she seems to be taking what’s just happened as something inconvenient and not a disaster.
I’m impressed.

I glance at my watch, 8.20. There’s no way she can go to her interview like this but none of the shops are open yet. It’s a problem but then I have an idea, a crazy one admittedly, but it could just work.

“Look, suppose I come to your interview with you. I’ll explain that it was me that spilled the coffee all over you – no need to mention the idiot that barged into me – you can say it was my fault and I’ll back you up. That should work, at least it will show them that you’re resourceful, and I’ll wait here for you and then we can go shopping and I’ll buy you a new outfit. It’s the least I can do.”
I wait for her response, hoping that she’ll agree because I’d very much like to see her again.

“Oh, by the way, I’m Tom.” I say holding out my hand.

 

[PrincessLyn]

Euh … my head is spinning around, unable to answer i reach out to his hand.

"Hi, i am Lyn".

I am thinking, how, why? Isn't he supposed to go to work or some kind of an appointment at this hour of the day? And what if i would say yes, can i show up to this interview accompanied with a guy, a stranger even? But I really, really want this interview to go well and I hope to be invited for the audition.

But then again, the chance of getting this job is minimum. And the chance of a date with this handsome guy in normal circumstances would be zero but now, with him having a bad feeling about what had happened is slightly bigger.

I am blushing, I feel him staring at me at my chest… or is he just staring at the stains, my ruined clothes? I haven't had a friend since I moved into town 18 month ago and yes, I long for male company, male touch but maybe Tom is just a sincere, nice guy who only wants to be helpful with my interview.

I hold his hand, too long, too desperate. Watch his hand instead of looking him into the eyes. The freckles on the back of his hand, the veins and hair, the firm muscles touching my pale weak sweaty hand.

Deep from my heart I say "OK" , which sounds more like a sigh than as an actual word.

 

[coolpen]

"Good. That’s a plan then.”

I'm so pleased that she's accepted my idea. Of course, it might not work, the interview board might just think it’s the crazy idea that it is but on the other hand it does mean that I’ll get the chance to spend a little more time with her and from the way she’s held my hand just a little longer than strictly necessary perhaps she’s hoping that too.
“I’ll get us another couple of coffees and then I have to make a phone call ok?”

Usually I’m in my office spot on time but since it’s my desk in my office in my company I figure I can be late once in a while.

I order the coffees and while I’m waiting for the order I call my office and tell them I won’t be in until tomorrow.
I glance over at her. She’s still trying to wipe her blouse clean but all she’s doing is stretching the fabric tight across her breasts and I lose my concentration as I watch.
The barista calls out. “Your coffee’s ready.” So I collect the cups and take them over to the table.

“Here you go, another coffee and this one’s all in the cup and not on your blouse.”
I smile at her and take her hand. She has graceful slender fingers and I find myself thinking I’d like to hold her hand some more.

“So this is how we’ll do it. We’ll go into the interview together and I’ll tell them the story of what happened and then leave you to it. I’m sure they’ll understand and then when you’re finished, I’ll be back here and you can tell me how it’s all gone. OK?”

 

[PrincessLyn]

Tom looks at me, holds my hand eager to touch me and I can see he is tense. He takes the lead for what we 're gonna do and it is clear he is used to being in control.

We sit down on this tiny little table, close to each other. So close I imagine I can feel the warmth coming from his body, feel his breath as he talks.

To resist the urge of kissing him I just start talking. Words about myself come out of my mouth while my thoughts are only with him.

"I play the clarinet, you know… professionally. That's what this interview is about. The Rock band Eastwood Rangers last big hit, that melody opposes the vocals, you know it? That's a clarinet. They are going on a world tour, and although i have no idea what this interview is about, words go around it is for this tour. Besides, it's very unusual to have an interview before an audition. But from what I know now it might as well be just for a commercial."

It's Tom who eventually points out it is time to go. In the hotel across the street I have an appointment in the conference room called Kansas. I just follow Tom as he walks with confidence and with the attitude of a man of power to the basement of this big poshy hotel where the conference room is. I don't care that I walk behind him as if I am accompanying him. I look at his back, his posture and tread and just feel …. proud.

 

[coolpen]

I can tell Lyn is nervous but then who isn’t nervous before an interview, especially when your blouse is covered in coffee stains.
By the door of the conference room where the interviews are being held there’s a desk with a receptionist and I explain why I’m with Lyn and she’s sympathetic to what’s happened so at nine o’clock precisely she opens the door to the interview and I give Lyn’s hand a reassuring squeeze as we go in.

There’s the usual set-up, a table with four people behind it and a single chair in front of it which is pretty daunting for anyone, more like an interrogation, and also a music stand so presumably they’ll want to hear her play but I’m sure Lyn will be ok once she gets going.
They look pretty surprised to see the two of us but before any of them can speak I tell them what’s happened.

“Good morning, this is Lyn who’s here for her interview this morning and you can see that she’s in a pretty dishevelled state, not at all how she wanted to present herself, but it’s all my fault for spilling my coffee over her in Starbuck twenty minutes ago. So with that explanation of what’s happened I’ll leave her with you and hope that you’ll give her a fair hearing.”
I turn to Lyn and give her a quick kiss on her cheek. “Knock ‘em dead, I’ll be waiting for you.”

Outside I sit in one of the chairs in the waiting area across from the receptionist.
“That was kind of you to explain what happened to her,” she said, “but I’m sure she’ll be fine. She has a great reputation in the industry. I’ll get you a coffee while you wait for her.”

 

[PrincessLyn]

All the time I walk behind Tom. Look at his body, firm, manly. A nice butt in an expensive suit.

I have performed clarinet concertos with an orchestra of 60 people and led the best musicians. Being in control, convidend and a strong personality is as important as being one of the best technically. And here I am, being accompanied by a stranger into an interview room and it feels … natural. He is my conductor, pushing bottoms of my inner, deepest feelings lifting me high above myself.

Like a good conductor who has music in every gesture, in every expression Tom has love in his aura. Or is it just me? The receptionist looks bored when he talks to her but I see how she looks aside, takes a glimp as he walks by, ignoring me completely.

The set up is traditional, 4 people in a big room being bored. But the 4 different people are definitely not traditional for a classical music audition. There is a manager: fat, bad suit and no knowledge of music whatsoever. A woman, early 40, nervous, well dressed. Not interested in music either but asks the most questions, probably a HR manager. An old gay music teacher, or critic. And then a rocker type guy. I don't know him and he is not a known member of the Eastwood Rangers but I guess this audition is not about a commercial.

Things go well, i have to play something, just a line of notes without any melody or coherence. I've been there, done that, many times before. Always nervous and full of doubt of my own abilities but not now. Now someone is waiting outside, a stranger who I met by coincidence not even an hour ago. Who took me by the hand to help me and still waiting for me, despite his own plans for today.

I came here for a job interview which could change my life. But now, I walk out of this big room, look into Tom's eyes and realise he changed my life already in the most beautiful way.

 

[coolpen]

I look up as the door to the interview room opens and Lyn looks happy so that’s a great relief.

“How did it go?” I ask and she tells me that it went well so I give her a hug.

“I’m so pleased for you. So, let’s go and get you some new clothes hey? Can’t have you out to lunch with me in a coffee-stained blouse can we.”

I smile at her and she looks a little surprised at the mention of lunch but it’s the least I can do after what I’ve put her through already today and besides, I’d like to get to know her; apart from being very pretty she’s smart, resilient and a musician so, if she can put up with me playing the guitar very badly then I think we could have fun together.
I thank the receptionist for the coffee and we head off for the shops, No M&S, no Top Shop and certainly no H&M. This lady is top drawer and deserves to be treated well. We’re shopping for style with a capital S.

We take the lift to the ground floor and I can’t help but just look at her and smile and I’m so tempted to kiss her but it just seems too soon. Perhaps there’ll be a moment when we’re shopping and I picture us with our arms linked, shopping bags swinging and looking forward to lunch and the afternoon together.

 

[PrincessLyn]

We are in the elevator for just a few seconds. I look up to Tom and he also seems to feel the tension of us, alone in this small space, with longings, feelings. If he would touch me now I would kiss him, feel him and surrender myself to him. If the elevator came to a stop I would even go beyond. Give in to my lust, and I know he would too.

With the ring of a bell the elevator comes to a stop. I walk with this handsome man through the lobby, toward the bright sparkling sunshine on the streets. In the background the first notes Smetana's Moldau was coming from a speaker behind the doorman who nodded his head in a friendly manner as we walked by.

"You are too kind but really, it just needs a dry cleaning. No need to buy me new clothes. You did so much already and it wasn't even your fault."

I hoped my words would not prosusade him and they didn't. I really didn't think I needed new clothes but still I wanted to spend my time with him. Tom asked what I wanted to look for first. I hesitated but truly, my wet bra was very annoying. Besides that, I could imagine the hautain looks in a boutique when I would try on new clothes over a dirty and wet bra. Buying lingerie is a very personal thing and I hardly ever did it with a partner. I knew a good old fashioned shop that two sisters, way into their sixties, runned, who could handle any situation in favor of the woman they served and whom they treated as the best and most beautiful woman ever.

Tom knew the shop and agreed to start there as we crossed the street. Tom took my hand and walked fast as the green pedestrian traffic light was ending. Cars were honking like the hunting horns of impatient female hunters wanting to be me or male hunters wanting to be Tom. Yet our river was flowing constantly, unceasingly, unstoppable. The orchestra had set in after the twinkling tones of the flute.

On the other side of the road I held his hand tight, nervously and with my heart bouncing in my throat. We walked slowly to extend the time of this touch as long as possible. A gentle rub of his thumb aside my finger made me almost stumble.

 

[coolpen]

Lyn says she wants to buy a new bra first, partly because she doesn’t want to try on new clothes that a dirty bra might stain but mostly because she’d feel embarrassed buying new clothes with the sales assistants looking down their noses at her and I understand. A woman needs to feel good when she’s buying clothes.

I can’t help but whistle quietly as we walk out of the building where Lyn had her interview. It was the lift music and it’s caught in my mind.
Usually, lifts are full of music that just washes over you but this was different, the second movement of Smetana’s Ma Vlast, some of the most beautiful music ever written, the kind of music you want to have when you’re making love with a beautiful woman. It’s dreamy and lifts the soul as you do with each other when making love.

My thoughts lead me to look at Lyn as we walk hand in hand to the lingerie shop she knows.
I wonder what kind of music she likes to listen to when she’s making love. I hope we find out soon. I’ve always liked the opening clarinet glissando from Gershwin’s Rhapsody In Blue. It’s seduction by music and I rub my thumb gently against her finger.

I know the shop Lyn has mentioned. The ladies who run it have been there for ever but they’re known for the way they look after their customers, always measuring them carefully to make sure they get a bra that fits properly and will allow the right amount of decolletage when she buys a dress. However, they are very ‘proper’ and would never let a man interfere in the fitting so I wonder if we’ll be able to find the clothes that I have in mind for Lyn in a shop where they’re less fussy how many people are in the fitting room. My imagination runs wild at the thought of us together in a fitting room with Lyn half-clothed and the two of us kissing in a close embrace and then later, the Smetana, that dreamy music should accompany love making.

We arrive at the shop and I turn to her.
“Now, I’ll leave you to the two ladies to help you find the bras you want and while we’re here, why not try some lingerie? My sister tells me they have wonderful silk panties.” I say, smiling at her and kissing her cheek. Just call me if you want to show me anything.”

 

[PrincessLyn]

"Hi love, please come in. Oh my what happened? You didn't need to do that, your gorgeous bosom already gets enough attention. Men fall for a face and yearn for femininity, and you have enough of that. Didn't you know that? What a hot catch you got there. Freshly in love?"
I told Hannah, one of the 2 sisters in the lingerie shop what happened today.

"Ok then, let's see the jewellery that needs a nice package. Ohw yes, got a nice good bra there. New? Yeah, you can tell, not a first date bra but good quality and support. Just put it in lukewarm water with soda, then wash it and the coffee stains will be gone. A nice sexy set?"

"Well, just a bra I guess. I don't want to take advantage of his kindness."

"Trust me, you are not. He didn't come to pay for your breast support. He is willing to pay for his imagination and his pride. You fulfill his dreams, his longings. He got the jackpot here and he knows."

Hannah took out a beautiful white set. She didn't have to ask for the size, she knew better than myself just by looking. It was beautiful but also very expensive. I frowned.

"The Deauville, always a good choice. Come on, don't hesitate, his shoes are 1000 dollars. He can bear it. Here, silk stay ups look better than a pantyhose. He 'll be grateful, trust me. Now look at you darling, that's the kind of package this one of a kind diamond deserves."

I see myself from different angles in several mirrors in the shop. I know my flaws, my imperfections but now, today due to the looks and attention I got from this handsome man this morning, and the kind words of this very good entrepreneur, I feel convidend, worth longed for, and worth loved. With self esteem and pride I usually only have for my profession I look at myself and it feels good.

Dressed up again and walking with the grace a soprano could learn from, I went outside where Tom was waiting.

"For now you just have to go by my word but according to Hannah I look stunning." I said with a naughty smile.

 

[coolpen]

“Hello Hannah, thank you so much for looking after Lyn. It’s been a difficult morning for her, not least my clumsiness with the coffee but an interview as well, although I believe that went well and I’m looking forward to celebrating her success with her.”
Hannah smiles.
“It was a pleasure helping your friend. Not only is she very beautiful but she has wonderful … er natural attributes if you know what I mean and that made my job so much easier and pleasurable but I’m sure you’ve noticed those already,” she said, giving me a wink.
“It can be difficult sometimes with ladies who are less well endowed and want more than nature has been kind enough to give them but your young lady has no problems in that area as I’m sure you will discover in good time.”
“You know us men too well Hannah,” I say, grinning at her. “We all have a weakness for beautiful women as I know you and your sister will recall but I think Lyn is very special. Now, let me settle the account.”

I paid the bill which was, considering the service and the quality of the lingerie, very reasonable.
Lyn is waiting for me as I leave the shop, enjoying the sunshine.

“Well, that’s all done and Hanna was right, you do look absolutely stunning, If only all accidents with coffee cups had such a happy outcome. Now, let’s get you a new blouse and whatever else you need. Bond Street has some excellent shops that I know you’ll like and they are very accommodating for ladies who are shopping with their partners. But, before we get a taxi, I’d like to thank you for cheering up what, for me, was going to be just another boring day in the office. It’s still early and I can’t remember having so much fun for a long time.”

I take her hand and for a moment we just look at each other, feeling the tension between us, and without thinking and as if by instinct I kiss Lyn gently on her lips.
“Thank you.”

 

[PrincessLyn]

The kiss felt like longed for for ages, yet it still came too early. I was clumsy, too eager, too reserved, too … everything. His tongue went around gently between his lips and mine. I opened and closed my lips, afraid to do anything, to spoil or end this magical moment.

My heart was beating to the rhythm of a fast two-four meter polka dance. Somewhere, right now it was played for a celebration, for loved ones. I could hear it, feel it. Every loud bounce on the big drums made my knees weaker. But someone was playing them harder, faster, rushing and expressing a lifetime of longings into a folk dance. Today there was a celebration of life, and life was celebrating itself. The whole world must have been dancing from the moment his lips touched mine. His greenish blue eyes looking down into mine, adding colour into my body, my heart.

The kiss wasn't over the moment his lips let go of mine. It went on, through his touch, his hand holding mine. We kept walking but I didn't know where we were going. I just looked up, wanting his eyes shining into mine.

This whole lingerie thing, this longing for physical approval, to awaken lustful feelings seemed trivial, infantile now. My longing, my lust was much deeper, inside the tiniest part of my body, and as wide as the last corner of the world where the sun could drop its sparkles, a heartbeat could be felt and music could be heard. But Tom rushed through my veins, triggering my most intimate, personal parts, setting them on fire.

 

[coolpen]

I think I might have surprised Lyn by kissing her, she seemed startled, unprepared for this physical contact but for me it was just perfect, the softness of her lips responding to mine and then the exquisite sensation of her tongue touching mine
And then we looked at each other as if assessing what had just passed between us, staring into each other’s eyes, hers bright and perfectly blue, like aquamarines caught in the sunlight.
It was as if there was a transfer of understanding between us, the way artists catch each other’s eyes when they improvise.

I remember once seeing Stephan Grappelli and Yehudi Menuhin improvising like this, violinists of completely different styles, almost as if from different planets, but they talked to each other with their eyes, each signalling their further intent, and it feels as if in this moment Lyn and I have signalled our further intent to each other, much more than a fleeting kiss but a closeness that can only be realised by the most intimate contact.

I take her arm and hail a passing cab. It’s not far to Bond Street but I don’t want to lose the feeling of this moment in the crush of people on the pavement.
I’m confident we’ll find what Lyn needs there, there’s such a good selection of shops, all the big names like Asprey, Bulgari, Burberry, Chanel, Cartier, Dolce Gabbana, Hermès, Jimmy Choo, Louis Vuitton, Mulberry, Ralph Lauren and Tiffany Co. but also some very chic and discrete boutiques, where Lyn will be able to find clothes that she likes and I’ll be only too happy to help her.

 

[PrincessLyn]

The city is rushing by from the backseat of the cab. It's a rhapsody of light, people and noises. It lives and plays its melody from the very inside of its body. Its soul is a wind instrument putting vibes in every tone from the inside of its body. The air, the breath makes its harmony just like my instrument does. I guess that's why I like big cities. This city.

I am looking outside while our eyes are literally only inches apart, I just have to turn my head but somehow this day seems like a dream, and I am afraid of waking up. I get mad, mad about myself for sitting here, doubting everything, his sincerity, my appearance, our longings.

I turn my body towards him, my crossed legs bouncing against his knees. Not pretending it to be an accident but for the attention and his eyes to meet mine. I smile, provocatively, bend over and kiss him. My confidence is only an act but I persist. He opens his mouth but hesitates. My tongue goes around the outside of his upper lip, slightly, gently licking a little bit further inside. By his breathing I can tell he is shivering, aroused. My hand is on his thigh, holding him tight. His eyes are beautiful. Bright, intelligent, powerful, his hesitation is only for a short moment, but I can tell he enjoys it, not being the leader for a moment.

I grin, more smugly than I intend. But never in the company of a man I felt so pleased with myself.

"Hannah called you a hot shot, with shoes more expensive than my whole outfit. I am pretty sure Hannah is not into men but I do trust her knowledge of men as well as her sense of fashion. So tell me, who is this Tom, who rearranges his day for me? Who takes me to the most expensive shops of the city, because of a coffee stain that is probably no problem at all for a washing machine?"

 

[coolpen]

I’m sure Lyn has been in the city before but she seems to be seeing it as if for the first time, almost like a child, wide eyed with wonder.
We’re sitting together in the middle of the seat.
Did we do this deliberately or unconsciously or did it just happen? I don’t know but I do know that it feels good, the press of her thigh against mine, the warmth of her, and every time Lyn turns her head to look out of the window on my side of the taxi our eyes meet and I can’t help but smile at her.

We’re at the point in the journey where the road takes a sharp turn and she turns towards me, leaning in to keep her balance, and her legs bounce against my knee. It’s like the moment outside the lingerie shop, where our eyes met and I kissed her, but this time it’s Lyn that kisses me, her tongue on my lips and then pressing between them and I can’t help but shiver with the excitement of it, accepting her tongue into my mouth, the delicious sweetness of her and now her hand on my thigh.
Was that accidental, steadying herself against the sharp turn of the taxi or was it Lyn signalling that she wants our so very new friendship to become something deeper, something more physical
We break from our kiss but our eyes linger for a moment and then Lyn asks me about myself.

"Hannah called you a hot shot. So tell me, who is this Tom, who rearranges his day for me? Who takes me to the most expensive shops of the city, because of a coffee stain that is probably no problem at all for a washing machine?"
I smile.
“Ah yes, dear Hannah. I’ve known her since I was a child. She and her sister were like aunties to me, two of my mother’s closest friends, so to say that she knows me well is something of an understatement and when you spend a lot of time as a child in the company of women like my mother and Hannah you learn what is important to them and how to behave toward them. In other words, how to behave like a gentleman so when I spilt my coffee all over you this morning this is the least I can do. And as to my work, my company handles IT security and like many things that have changed as a result of the pandemic and lockdowns, I decided to close the office and to let my team work from home. I have a study in my town house so I work from there. Lower overheads, a happier, more productive team and like everyone nowadays, I’m contactable 24/7.”

The taxi slows. “Where abouts sir”
“Stella McCartney please.” I turn to Lyn. “Will that do?”

 

[PrincessLyn]

The building stands out, even in this street with the best and most expensive shops in the world. The light inside is as bright as a sunny day. I am amazed by all I see. Not just the clothes but everything is up to a mind bending level of perfection. I could walk here for hours and admire everything, the painting and sculptures, how the colors, the light, the interior, everything in here merges with the clothes. It's a harmony and joy for the senses and it leaves me in awe. I know it shows on my face and I hate it but in every corner, every detail I see something amazing.

I walk in the middle of the shop afraid to disturb this serenity. My appearance distracts what so many of the best in their profession have accomplished here. The best architects, artists, designers, color and light experts. All brought together to celebrate the genius of this fashion designer.

My eyes catches a beautiful dress high above me. It looks as if an invisible woman is wearing it, flowing 2 meters above the ground. It is a piece of art and it is presented that way. It is made out of a very fine knitwear, in an earthly natural fabric powder color. The shoulders are free, in a horizontal line, and the 2 shoulder pieces are kept together in a magical, invisible way. It twisted beautifully around an imaginary body and only a woman with high breasts would show some cleavage.

“You want to try it?”
A shop assistant who came near unnoticed asked.

“Oh no no no, I just came here for a shirt, a blouse. Just admiring it, it’s beautiful.”

“Oh, now I have to say no here, I didn’t bring you over here to leave you in awe for things you are not supposed to try. Miss, can you get this dress and show Lyn the dressing room please?”

I am ashamed and thrilled at the same time. This dress must cost a fortune but I don't dare to bring it up. Talking about money here, the cost of any piece of this artwork seems misplaced, boorish. I am afraid I look like a fool in it, in no way I am as perfect as for whom all these clothes are designed for, or at least I think so. The shop assistant looks at me. I feel judged but her attitude is one of honesty. She doesn’t need to sell these items, she just has to wait for the perfect woman to come into this shop to buy these perfect items. If I look ridiculous, I don't doubt she ‘ll tell, and that’s fine.

It took some help and instruction to get into and wear it properly. The leg split is up to my thigh between my legs twisting around in a V-shape to the backside of my ankles. It’s shaped beautifully around my body, accentuating rather than outlining my curves. It needs some higher heeled shoes and the assistant gets some really nice black pumps. My skin colored stockings don’t match the powder colored dress and she also gets me a sheer black pantyhose.

I feel amazing, proud, and never thought about myself as classy as I feel wearing this. I step out of the dressing room facing Tom and try to express an attitude that fits this dress.

 

[coolpen]

At first Lyn seems distracted by the interior of the shop. It is of course very well fitted out, one would expect nothing less from a top end store like this and they will have paid a lot of money for the interior design and decoration and so they should. The people who shop here expect the very best both in ambience and also customer service.

Lyn steps out of the dressing room like a vision, a person transformed. Naturally the dress is wonderful, so well made, but I truly believe she just doesn’t know how beautiful she is and how her beauty transforms the dress from a very well-made garment into a stunning vision. The curves, the way it forms to her hips and bust and the leg split. To say it’s seductive is an understatement. It could have been made just for her.
She spotted the dress almost as soon as we walked into the store and the assistant was only too pleased to help Lyn with it and at first Lyn refused so I had to intervene and encourage her to try it and I’m so glad I did because she looks just wonderful in it and the dress looks wonderful on her.

I turn to the assistant.
“What do you think?”
The assistant just shakes her head in wonderment.
“I knew this was a fabulous dress when we first took delivery of it but now, seeing it on your companion, it’s beyond compare.” She went over to where Lyn was standing and walked around her, looking at Lyn and the dress from every angle.
“You know, sometimes a lady will select a dress from the rail and insist that she tries it on and I can tell straight away if it’s suitable for her but this … well it’s just perfect. Will there be anything else sir?”

“Yes, I think we’ll need a white silk blouse and a replacement skirt.” I look at Lyn for agreement but she seems happy to go along with my suggestion.
Another customer comes in just as the assistant is handing Lyn the blouse and skirt.
“Shall I …” she says looking between Lyn and the new customer.
I smile at Lyn, taking the blouse and skirt from the assistant.
“No, we’ll be fine. May I…?" I ask, gesturing towards the fitting room.
“Yes of course sir." She says with a smile. "Just call if you need any help." and with that I guide Lyn to the fitting room and as I close the door behind us I turn to Lyn.
"I didn't want to say this in front of the sales assistant but you look absolutely fabulous in this dress, the way your shoulders are free" I say, running my hands over Lyn's shoulders, "and the way it lifts your breasts."
You are so beautiful."

 

[PrincessLyn]

Tom pushed me backwards into the dressing room, his face close to mine, grining. We both had this twinkling in our eyes as the assistant walked off to another customer. Tom closed the door, while still looking me straight into my eyes.

I am dazzling. It is clear inside every inch of his body there is a leader, someone used to have control. But due to his attention, his words and look I found a confidence about myself I never knew I had. His hands go to my body but I stop them taking them in my own hands and while turning them on his back I pull Tom closer. My mouth close to his looking each other straight in the eyes, both breathing heavily.

I kiss him, briefly touching his upper lip. Wetting it with my tongue going around. He smiles, still letting me go as far as he wants. I let go of his hands and touched his firm thighs and buttocks in his tight jeans.

I know we both could go all the way but it is the tension and heat, the sparkles of curiosity, longing for each other we don't want to break, yet. But that is just rational thinking. I am aroused and kissing him furiously. My hand goes from his ass to his front searching for his manhood. His jeans are tight but as I rub the big bulge I can still feel movement in what seems a caged, trapped beast longing for me.

His look now changes, not in control any more but… shy, willing, enduring. I turn around, standing behind him kissing his neck. One hand holding his chest while the other goes down under his shirt. His belly is firm and the hard muscles outline his strong, wide, smooth chest. My hand goes down to his belly button where my fingers follow a line of hair downward. Under a wide band of shorts my fingers run through his pubic hair. My slender hand has to find a way through his tight jeans, even now while he is holding his stomach in.

His head is now resting on my shoulder while I kiss his ear, his neck and chin, and smell his masculin scent. My fingers gently follow his big, hard, soft skinned cock while it contracts, trying to escape the cage of these trousers. Then a sigh, a withheld yell as my finger reaches the downside of his moist jerk. There are noises … voices are coming closer on the other side of the door ...

 

[coolpen]

Lyn’s eyes are on fire, filled with excitement and desire, as I push her into the dressing room and close the door.
I would never force a woman to do anything against her will but some women like a man to be assertive, to take the lead, and it seems Lyn is like that although I’m sure that when the time is right she will be ready to demand that her needs are fulfilled and that’s something I like in a woman – a woman who isn’t afraid to take the lead when she wants to.

Her shoulders are silky smooth under my hands but she takes them away and pulls me to her with her hand on my ass, kissing me, exploring my lips with her tongue, pulling me to her so that I can feel every inch of her body, her breasts pressing against me and the hardness of her mons against my erection and I’m happy to let Lyn continue as she slips her hand inside my shirt and then down past my waist until her fingers find my erection.
Her touch is electrifying and I want her to take my cock out and cover it with her mouth but we’re disturbed.

“Are you alright in there?” It’s the sales assistant and I have to moisten my lips with my tongue so I can answer.
“Er yes we’re fine thanks just trying the blouse – we’ll be out soon.”
Lyn and I look at each other, desperately trying to stifle our laughter. We’re being so naughty and it’s so much fun.
“Let’s get you out of this dress so you can try the blouse and skirt,” I say, turning her so I can reach the zip.

We’re facing the mirror in the dressing room as I lift the dress over Lyn’s head and we stand for a moment, Lyn in just her new bra and panties, looking into each other’s eyes reflected in the mirror as if asking is this ok? as I put my arms around her, one hand cradling her breast and the other flat on her stomach, inching slowly below her panty line and then further until my fingers are in the tangle of her pubic hair.
I’m desperate to go further, to touch her most intimate parts, but there will be a time and a place for that before too long, time for us to explore and please each other.

I slip the blouse around Lyn’s shoulders and help her with the arms, taking my time with each button, my fingers straying to her breasts and nipples that are pressing against her bra and then helping her into the skirt, smoothing it over her hips and stomach, and still our eyes are fixed on each other in the mirror and it feels like we can do whatever we want because it’s almost as if it's not us, Tom and Lyn, it’s that man and that woman in the mirror and they can do whatever they want to do.

 

[PrincessLyn]

There is mumbling outside the dressing room. I hear it but don’t listen. Tom is talking to the assistant, his voice steady, monotone but his body language is aroused. I look in the mirror, my body, pale, big, round and soft, unflatteringly exposed. I look at his hands. One is on my stomach holding me tight to his body and one goes over my bra, robbing his thumb over my nipple.

I am intrigued by his hands. They are strong, big and wide with long fingers. A hand that can turn into a protective forceful fist within seconds. This muscled hand is so different then the fleshly, white stomach it is holding. My hand goes to it, holds it and pushes it down, under my panty. I bent my knees just a bit and push it further around my downside. To cover my vagina, to hold it. From my mons to my anus and from my leg fold to my leg fold. His strength, it holds my body, my femininity, my weight, and my longing.

Anything could happen now and I wouldn’t let him go, wouldn’t let this moment go by. This is more than arousal, more than sex, this is the life I long for. Being attracted to a man as much as he is attracted to me and who gives me the feeling of being attractive.

My thoughts are still far away as Tom is dressing me. His common touches, a strike of my leg, while helping me in my skirt, touching my neck, my chest while straightening my blouse and going on his knees to put my shoes on my feet is just as arousing as touching my most intimate parts.

After an eternity that still seemed to be too short we are ready and leave the dressing room. I know my cheeks are red, my eyes big and restless. The excitement is all over my face.

We step outside. I go down the 3 steps to the sidewalk as someone I would have hated only yesterday. Like a diva, a soprano, high above ordinary people. The stupid ringtone of my phone gets me down to earth. It's the HR manager from this morning, I should come for a second and deeper interview, today as soon as possible. I say "OK" although I don't want to.

"I'll wait for you. It's a good hotel so it's not like a punishment … " Tom says.

 

[coolpen]

As my fingers move below Lyn’s panty line she takes my hand lower, past her mons and between her legs, opening them to me, inviting my touch, fingertips touching her anus, warm, tight, inviting and then back again, tracing her labia, feeling the wetness of her. The heat of her tells me of her arousal, her desire and my arousal is obvious as my erection presses against her bottom which is held so provocatively by the new skirt.
I catch Lyn’s eyes again in the mirror and they’re wide, pupils dilated and her reflection in the mirror is full of excitement, her cheeks and neck flushed with urgency.
If the sales assistant hadn’t disturbed us we would have gone further but now the moment is lost and I kneel to help Lyn with her shoes, aware all the time that my mouth is so close to her sex, wanting to taste her, to have my tongue in her but time and her skirt prevent this.
I’m still on my knees and I look up at Lyn. “Ready?”
The ambiguity of this strikes us both, ready for what? For me to kiss her sex or for us to leave the dressing room?
We leave the question unanswered for now and I stand in front of her, holding her so I can look at her.
A kiss is just a breath away and the scent of her sex is on my fingertips.

In the store the sales assistant is waiting for us and I hand her the dress and Lyn’s coffee-stained blouse and skirt.
“Was everything alright sir …madam?” She raises an eyebrow as she says this, a smile flickering across her lips. I smile in return.
“Yes, fine thank you. Can you wrap the dress please and let us have a separate bag for these?”
I have in mind a restaurant I know well on the river bank where we’ll be able to sit in the sunshine. The food is always excellent and in this weather a bottle of Sancerre will be perfect but my thoughts are disturbed by the ringing of Lyn’s phone. At first she has a frown on her face and then a delighted smile. They want her for a second interview as soon as possible so that means I’ll have to think again about my plans for our lunch and I flag down a taxi.
I can sense her excitement and just a little nervousness so I reassure her that they wouldn’t have invited her back unless they wanted her and I give her a hug and a kiss. After all, she’s now wearing her new blouse and skirt so that’s bound to impress.

The same receptionist is still at the desk outside the interview room and ushers Lyn in as soon as we arrive.
“Go on, you’ll be great.” I say, giving her a kiss as the door is opened for her and as the door closes behind her, I use the receptionist’s phone to call the front desk and reserve a room with balcony on the tenth floor and order lunch for two with a bottle of Sancerre and also a bottle of champagne.

I’m certain we’ll be celebrating.

 

[PrincessLyn]

I can just walk past the receptionist into the interview room. Two groups of people are talking to each other. It takes a few 'Hello's!' before I get the attention. The music teacher is not here anymore, instead 3 band members are there, and a technician with a laptop and digital music equipment. The faces of the band members are well known but it is strange to see them in ordinary clothes and in an informal setting. Everyone is friendly and relaxed.

"You look different." The manager says.

"Oh… well, got a new blouse. I am the one with the coffee stain … this morning."

He doesn't seem convinced, looks at my face, examining.

"You are not pregnant are you?"

The others are shocked. "DAVE!"

"No, I am not." But I know what is causing my glow. My longing is no longer my career, it's what I hope happens later today, it's the feeling in my stomach I hope 'll last forever. I am supposed to play along with a song I don't know. For me it sounds like shouting and somewhere in the distance I can assert a simple melody. I go along with it. I hit the wrong notes, go too fast but play like I couldn't care. My audience is thrilled. After just a minute or two the technician stops the music. Without consulting the others the HR managers tell me we should compare my availability with their tour dates and other needs. But they would at least need 2 clarinet players and if availability would match we have a deal.

"We are having a drink here later today. If you want you can join us, get to know each other." One of the band members says.

"Oh thanx, but I can't, I already have a da.. an … appointment."

The female HR manager grins and comes forward to shake my hand. "I'll send you an email with dates and financial details. He's handsome … your appointment. Expensive taste … " as she looks at my new blouse.

I go up to the restaurant. It's big and crowded but I see Tom on the other side at the bar within seconds. I wave and smile enthusiastically. Tom put up his thumbs as a question if things went well. My happiness is not because of the job i just got, it's because i see him again, because his thoughts were with me as i was down for the audition. I put my thumbs up, rush towards him and embrace him. I kiss him furiously, as a lover I missed for months and finally see again.

 

[coolpen]

As I finish my call to the front desk the receptionist smiles at me.
“She’s a very lucky lady to have met you and you are a very lucky man to have met her. I can sense the connection between you and I hope you have a wonderful time together.”
I return her smile.
"Thank you, yes, I am very lucky. She’s a remarkable woman and were it not for my clumsiness with the coffee this morning we would never have met. The gods must be smiling down on us." I indicate the door where the interview is being held.
"When she come out, would you tell her that I’ll be waiting for her in the bar please? I have a couple of things I need to deal with.”

As I make my way to the lift, I can hear music coming from the room and the notes from Lyn’s clarinet rise above the rest of the musicians and I know she’ll be just fine.
In the restaurant I search out the maître d’ and check that the food and wine I’ve ordered will be delivered on time along with a generous bouquet of red roses, and then, with two glasses of champagne ordered, I wait for Lyn and surprisingly she arrives very quickly and I’m not sure if this is a good thing or not but then the way Lyn’s smile spreads all over her face in response to my thumbs up tells me all that I need to know and she rushes over to me, hugging me and smothering me with kisses.
We’re like lovers reunited after a long separation and there are murmurs of approval from the other people in the bar and restaurant and it’s good to know that most people are romantics at heart.

I hand a glass of champagne to Lyn.
“Well, it seems that congratulations are in order and I have a little surprise for you. Bring your glass and come with me.”
Lyn looks at me with a puzzled smile as I lead her across the lobby to the lifts. The doors swish open and I press the button for the tenth floor.
“We’re going to the tenth floor because that’s the winning score, 10/10, and you’ve just won top prize.” and I take her in my arms and kiss her, gently at first and then with more passion as our mouths open to each other’s and our tongues meet, swirling around each other’s mouths, our bodies pressed together, my erection pressing against her mound as I hold her to me.
The bell pings as the lift stops and the door sliding open interrupts us but we have all the time in the world and I take Lyn’s arm.

“Ok, this way.” and I lead her to the room I’ve reserved which is appropriately for Lyn named The Stadler Suite.
She enters and is confronted with the largest bouquet of roses either of us have ever seen on a table set with white linen and silver cutlery, our lunch and two ice buckets – one with a bottle of Sancerre and the other with a bottle of Dom Perignon.
She looks around, taking in the furnishings, the doors open to the balcony and then, opening another set of doors to the bedroom with the bed turned down and scattered with rose petals.
I smile at her.

“Will this be alright for madam?”